725 Days With My Alpha Stepbrothers

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sunlight landed squarely on my face. At first, I tried to fight it, squeezing m

r ceiling, high and painted and immaculate white. Alarm prickled at the

hite uniform, was pulling the curtains open. The sunlight flooded the room, illuminating furniture I didn't r

asn't

uickly as I sat up, clutching the unfamiliar sheets to my chest. The even

win holding a gun in his hand. His eyes glowing red, then suddenly shifting to a piercing shade of bl

Nicholas, Aid

ter Alex had pressed a white hand

g unti

rching for anything familiar, anything that could ground me-but there

e cold, polished floor with a thud. That got th

red at her with a blank expression on my face. Judging from her looks, she was

ed, bowing her head slightly. "I'm

dn't care enough to dwell on it. There

ot ma'am," I snapped, my tone sharper

her eyes. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't answer your question. I was instructed

n in my chest, and I clenched my f

ontrol and lash out at her. She wasn't the right person to d

said you shou

I cut in, and she n

t, but hell, I knew I couldn't wait to

orned with silver patterns, hanging on the wardrobe. I hadn't noticed it before. "Then join the famil

kidnap me and tell me how to behave for

by 8 am, and it's 8:30 am right now."

d a glance, I storm

acks. I was really angry and lashing out at my mom-the p

. My surroundings were opulent-golden accents, polished fl

a passing maid. "Wher

en you go through th

wn from upstairs, I could see the big living room, which was furnished richly. I could tell about how this house was ma

the massiv

face. Of course, she was looking so good, like I saw her days ago. Her hair perfec

said, trying to hug me, but I

ver touch me

ed, replaced by

inging you here i

o you mean kidnapp

a good mother to you for a long time, and no explanation of mine is going to ma

ecause you chose to make things right. I have a family now, and I want to go back to th

rry, but you can't go back to th

lew, clashing into the dining table, which flew apart with a deafening

ing her gently. Blood trickled from a cut on her forehead. No matter what she does,

h of relief. With my help, sh

ould read through her mind. I could tell just by looking at her that she was being sinc

me? Maybe I was just th

eph," she pulled me

tten that today

miliar voice cut in, and I

Nicholas, Aid

t but a gaze filled with desire. Their eyes were shimmering with something primal, something

who is both powerful and capable, while his chiseled jawline and neatly groomed stubble add a rugged sophistication to his look. His dark brown hair, slightly wavy, was styled back ne

on left undone for a slightly relaxed look. A black leather watch sits on his wris

led to perfection, giving him a casual yet polished look. His sea-blue roving eyes are mesmerizing, their warmth and playf

red with a light gray shirt and no tie, giving him a refined but laid-bac

er, Alex's presence was far colder and more intimidating. His jet-black hair was longer than Nicholas's, slic

ectly straight nose and high cheekbones give him an almost statuesque appearance. Alex was wearing an all-black ensemble: a slee

is forehead in a way that seems intentionally undone. His piercing gray eyes are filled with mischief and intrigue, framed by thick lashes that make his gaze impossible to

paired with slim-fit black trousers and leather boots. He wears no tie, leaving the top

nd more youthful features. His honey-brown eyes are warm and thoughtful, filled with an intelligence and gentleness that contrast sharply with Aid

s, paired with brown leather loafers. Over his shirt, he layers a li

ght, running for my life, to

oment, I knew

dn't describe. Something threatening